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I wanna talk about The Angel Who Would Be Crowley.

Because I had a certain set of expectations, which got thoroughly trashed in the first five minutes of S2, and my genuine response is, "Oh, fuck, yup. You're right. That's WAY better."

Looking around at GO fandom, I'm not alone in this. So let's talk about it.

Basically, a lot of people (myself included) believed that he was a high-ranking angel, and therefore as chilly and remote as every other powerful angel we'd seen at that point. We pictured Crowley-To-Be as long-haired, regal and imposing --and the fanart at the time reflected this. I'd link some if Tumblr didn't hate links.

Something like this:

We were collectively drawing on a few things --mostly, Crawly's appearance and general bearing in the Biblical scenes of S1--

--But also scattered hints of his importance, backed up by conspicuous absences in Heaven and a few profound displays of power. That's all better covered elsewhere, so I won't reiterate the arguments here. All I'm saying is: I think our headcanons were justified.

But it turns out he was this:

!!!

With his curly little--!!

And his neat white--!!

IT TURNS OUT, he was an angel who squeaked and squealed when he was happy; who flailed his arms around and made explosion noises with his mouth to explain nebulas; who preened when told his stars were pretty. Furfur, who knew him before the Fall, says:

"You used to jump on me back, little monkey in a waistcoat..."

(The use of a diminutive there, 'little'...oh, that fascinates me.)

In a pretty huge subversion of expectations, we're given these glimpses of an angel who was sweet, and joyful, and heart-meltingly silly.

In sum...an innocent.

(Perhaps innocent to a troubling degree.

We see how he troubles Aziraphale, during their first conversation. He starts looking around and behind them, checking to make sure that no one can HEAR the blithe and reckless things coming out of this angel's mouth. This angel who talks like he's never been reprimanded in his life; like it's never occurred to him that anyone would want to hurt him.

Before the Beginning, Aziraphale understood Heaven better than he did. The danger is plainly occurring to Aziraphale.)

So now, we the viewers are in on a cruel joke that Aziraphale has known all along, which is that this --THIS-- is the angel who--

*checks notes*

--did a million lightyear freestyle dive into a boiling pool of sulphur. For asking questions.

...Imagine you are Aziraphale, and everything inside you wants to believe Heaven are the Good Guys, and God is Good and Everything She does is capital-R Right...and now try to reconcile that. Keep trying. I don't think he ever totally managed it in 6000 years.

All this gets further complicated when we learn that, despite all of the above, we were still right. That sweet excitable babby up there?

He WAS a powerful and high-ranking angel.

That much is explicitly confirmed, with significant evidence that he could have been among the mightiest of archangels...

...Who apparently accosted his fellow angels for piggyback rides. And was remembered millennia later by those (now fallen) angels as something 'little.'

What does that tell us about who he was? Is?

Hell, Aziraphale has known to be wary of the archangels (and the judgements of Heaven in general) since before the Fall even happened. He chooses to believe they are Good; he can't fool himself into thinking they are Safe.

Yet he's absolutely certain that Crowley won't hurt Job's children. Enough to stand in a burning building and say to them, "I can't save you, but don't be afraid. I won't need to."

And what reason does he give?

("I know you."

"You do not know me."

"I know the angel you were.")

What does that tell us about who he was? Is?

("The angel you knew is not me."

But how is Aziraphale supposed to believe that, when he can see him all the time?)

tl;dr --yes, this is better. I love the tragedy of it.

'Innocence died screaming' and all that.

questions and statements are very welcome :D

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

okay so I was listening to the Great Gatsby (the musical, of course) and the song Absolute Rose is 100% just Aziracrow trying to get Nina and Maggie together like:

Crowley: You remind of a rose, an absolute rose

Aziraphale: Or better yet, a bud, just waiting to bloom

Crowley: once you open, open up anew

Aziraphale: You'll be an absolute rose

Crowley: Once we cultivate you

Aziraphale: You know what's grand about a rose

Nina: Who are you calling a rose?

Crowley: Is sometimes they look best when they are arranged

Maggie: Here we go...

Aziraphale: I should fling you together, find a boat, push you right out to sea

Crowley: or maybe lock you in a room and see what happens to bloom

Headcannon asks :)

I love making headcannons they're actually so fun like what *makes little grabby hands at the free serotonin*

SO if anyone has any requests for some headcannons to do with a fandom I'm in (which are a lot tbh) feel free to leave an ask :):)

just fyi I don't do headcannons for specific parings (apart from ineffable husbands I love them so much <3) so please don't request any romantic stuff thank youuuuu

Aziracrow headcannons (because they're idiots and I love them <3)

okay so the shortest known battle in the history of the world was 38 minutes long. It took place in 1896, from 9:00am-9:38am

and doesn't that just scream Aziracrow?

hear me out:

Crowley: oh yeah, Angel, hell wants me to tempt some humans into starting another war

Aziraphale: Another one? really? and this soon after the civil war - it feels rather lazy, doesn't it?

Crowley: well, you know those guys, always got quotas to fill. Plus, I'm already on thin ice with downstairs at the present, I'm afraid I can't really get out of this one.

Aziraphale, sighing: I know, I know...I suppose...what do you say to a teeny tiny war?

Crowley: ...just how tiny are we talking?

the dumbest miracles Good Omens characters have performed: AZRIAPHALE EDITION

FIRSTLY OUR LITTLE PROBLEM ANGEL IS THE INVENTOR OF FRIVOLOUS MIRACLES AND WE LOVE HIM FOR IT

using constant miracles to keep those three little wisps of hair perfectly framing his forehead during the french revolution era

repeatedly reheating cups of cocoa (he makes it, sits down all cozy, gets distracted by a book (or Crowley), realises it went cold, reheats it, and the cycle continues)

once reheated it 7 times in a row before accidentally knocking the mug onto the floor

making random little trinkets in the bookshop turn the same yellow as Crowley's eyes <3

getting rid of that little moustache he drew on for his magic act in 1941 (he used a permanent marker)

proceeded to have to use the exact same miracle after drawing on the moustache for his performance at Warlock's eleventh birthday party

adjusting old clothes to still fit him even after a full decade (cough cough the waistcoat from 1941) because they remind him of his favourite things (read: Crowley)

me, on the verge of tears: w-what?

Hey, hey guys! Guess what!

No nightingales!

crying about thoschei rn T_T

no but like the song 'Little Talks' by Of Monsters and Men is so thoschei coded

...Now you're gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear, all that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, there's nothing we can do, just let me go, we'll meet again soon...

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around, I'll see you when I fall asleep

Don't listen to a word I say (hey!) The screams all sound the same (hey!) Though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore...

“But the TARDIS does your hair?”

“It…uh it does”

Something about the doctors delivery there makes me think this is like the time lord equivalent of your mum doing your hair xD

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